Last shot sure killed mePour another drinkLet's drink to the last shotAnd the blood on the dishes in the sinkBlood inside the coffee cupBlood on the table topBut when you quit, you quit, but you always wishThat you knew it was your last shotWhen you quit, you quit, but you always wishThat you knew it was your last shotI shot blood at the fly on the wallMy heart almost stopped hardly there at allI broke the mirror with my fall, with my -- fall-fall-fallFall-fall-fallGimme a double, give yourself one twoGimme a short beer, one for you tooAnd a toast to everything that doesn't moveThat doesn't moveBut when you quit, you quit, but you always wishThat you knew it was your last shotWhen you quit, you quit, but you always wishThat you knew it was your last shotWhiskey, bourbon, vodka and scotchI don't care what it is you've gotI just want to know that it's my last shotMy last shotI remember when I quit pretty goodSee this here, this is where I chipped my toothShot of vein in my neck and I coughed up a quaaludeOn my last shotMy last shotHere's a toast to all that's goodAnd here's a toast to hateAnd here's a toast to toasting and I'm not boastingWhen I say I'm getting straightWhen I say I'm getting straightBut when you quit, you quit, but you always wishThat you knew it was your last shotWhen you quit, you quit, but you always wishThat you knew it was your last shot